So, of course, this is a Hetalia AU. In which, the countries aren't (but used to be) countries. Now their normal people. Feliciano, Ludwig, Arthur, Yao, ect. Their married, with kids, and continue to live crazy but somewhat normal lives. And I haven't done something that isn't a one shot in a while, so here it goes.

'God I hate this family.'

Beep, beep, beep!

The alarm clock wouldn't shut up.

Feliciano jumped out of bed, turned off the alarm clock, and turned to his left to see his husband trying to smother himself with his own pillow.

"Ludwig, c'mon, get up. Mornings aren't that bad." Feliciano said, giving Ludwig a peck on the cheek.

"That's easy for you to say—" Ludwig said, sitting up. "You're so happy in the mornings I'm pretty sure you're on some kind of drug."

"I'm just positive!" The Italian beamed, as he smiled and began to walk out the door.

"You going to wake up Donni?" Ludwig asked.

"Mhm. You wake up Mori." Feliciano yelled back as he turned down the hall to a room that had a large CD plastered on the front door. The CD read: "Donni", each letter a different font. Feliciano banged on the door three times, and heard a faint moan from behind it.

"I'm coming in!" He yelled, as he opened the door to reveal a room with clothes thrown all over the room, and a laptop with stickers on the cover on the floor.

"Donatella, you have to get up." Feliciano said, pulling the covers off of a tired, 16-year-old girl.

"But daddy—" Donatella began, but was cut off by her father,

"Do you want me to get dad on you?" He questioned, and she shot up from her bed, her dyed-red hair falling in her face.

"I'm going to go wake up your brother, ok?" Feliciano asked, looking her in the eye, "Don't go back to sleep."

"I won't, I won't." She groaned. For Donni, or Donatella, because her father insisted on calling her by her really name too often, her life was as hard as it could be. Granted, this coming from the mindset of a 16-year-old, her perception of hard isn't quite accurate. She liked to wear combat-boots, with several necklaces, bracelets, and rings. She liked wearing too many layers of jackets, really tight pants, and large glasses she didn't need. Her dad, the tall serious one, thought this was incredibly dumb, and tried to get her to stop as much as he could. Not to mention the constant problem of having two dads, is figuring out something to call them. The family had settled that Feliciano would be daddy, while Ludwig would be dad. But Donni like to mix things up, instead of keeping the same two things. First world problems, right?

Feli turned the corner after walking out of Donni's bedroom, and walked into his eldest son's room. He flipped the switch to turn the lights on and see a lump moving under messed-up bed sheets.

"Kristoff, you have to get up." Feli said, leaning against the doorway, "sometime today?"

"Daddy—" Kristoff said, pulling the covers away from his face to reveal his huge, pleading blue eyes. "I don't feel good. My stomach hurts!" He exclaimed, grabbing his stomach and rolling around in his bed.

"Mhm." Feli said, turning around, "You're twelve, you can handle it. Be down for breakfast in 15 minutes, ok?" All he heard was a groan as Feli walked out of the room and down the stairs, into the kitchen.

He turned the stove on, and pulled eggs and milk out of the fridge. He rummaged through the pantry and pulled out batter, he cracked some of the eggs when he heard footsteps behind him.

"Donni?" Feli called, not turning around.

"Guess again," a deep voice, with a thick German accent said, as Feli turned around.

"Lud, you got Mori." Feli smiled at the 2-year-old Japanese child Ludwig was carrying. "Put him in his highchair, I'll grab a bowl."

"Okay," Ludwig sat Mori in his chair, and turned to Feliciano who had just sat a bowl of food in front of the child and turned down the stove. "Good morning." Ludwig said, as he grabbed Feli's hips and pulled him in, kissing him. Feliciano smirked, and told Ludwig to grab two plates from the cabinet.

Donni skipped to the table, and pulled a chair out, sitting down. She was wearing her usual style of clothes, extremely tight jeans, and extremely loose shirts, one too many jackets and necklaces. She looked up at her dad with her large, unneeded glasses. Ludwig was too tired to complain, and dropped some eggs onto her plate.

"Did you see your brother getting ready to come down?" Feli asked.

"No," Donni responded, stuffing eggs into her mouth. "Why?"

'He must think he can get out of going to school with that fake stomach ache of his," Feli said, turning to the stairs.

"What?" Ludwig asked, turning to Feli "My liebling has a tummy ache?" He asked, starting to walk up the stairs.

'Ludwig, no, he's faking it so get out of school."

"How do you know? What is he has a virus? What is he's really sick and we're sending him to school? What then? What kind of parents would that make us?" Ludwig stuttered, as a small 12-year-old boy came down the stairs, skipping every other step.

"What's for breakfast?" Kristoff asked. Pulling out a chair beside his sister. "Donni, your seeing isn't bad."

"So?" She asked, as her brother pulled them off her face and put them onto Mori's.

"Hey!' Donni exclaimed, as Kristoff giggled at the sight of their youngest brother in glasses.

"glashes, glashes! " The little boy giggled, and Feli turned to his husband, gesturing at Kristoff "He's fine."

"I guess." Ludwig admitted, as he checked his watch for the time. "Woops, time to go." He said, grabbing two backpacks and handing them to Donni and Kristoff.

"Here," Feli said, as he stuck a piece of toast in Kristoff's mouth. "Now, go catch the bus," He said hurrying the kids out the front door.

"Wait—" Donni said, running back to Mori and grabbing her glasses and giving him a kiss. "Okay" she said, running out the door.

"Be good!" Ludwig yelled, as Feli closed the door and sighed.

"Doesn't Mori have a playdate with someone?" Ludwig asked, as he looked of at the small boy wearing overalls.

"Yeah, he does," Feli said, picking up the plates and putting them in the sink "With Kiku and Heracles's kid. She's the same age as Mori"

"What's her name? Arabella?" Ludwig asked, helping Feli clean up.

"Yeah that was it. They're coming over at 2 o'clock." Feli said, kissing Ludwig on the cheek, "I'll get Mori cleaned up."